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A Radiation Cloud Arrives in California, and This is a BAD THING? Hellooo...

Hey, didja hear the News?

A Radiation Cloud Reaches California!

Santa Monica, West Hollywood, San Francisco, Berkeley, Rio Linda, and the offices of the Los Angeles Times, LA Weekly, and OC Weekly, are particulary at risk.

Governor Brown warns of the danger of the state turning Republican, and Tea Party Conservative, and encourages everyone to stay indoors, take the recommended pills to prevent poisoning (Get subscriptions to Mother Jones, & The Nation), and tune to your local NPR/Public Radio station for updates, until further notice.

Local TV is showing scenes of dancing in the streets of Orange County. ;-D

What was Tossed at President Obama? Was Culprit Clothed, Unclothed, Republican or Democrat?

 

I think the original photo was doctored, by the Mainstream Media, to shield people from the truth.

That was no book (Dan Riehl links to excellent photos!). ;-D

The American People, led by concerned citizens, and candidates, of all stripes, but especially Conservatives, and Tea Party supporters, have had enough, and are going to wipe that smile off the face of the President, and Liberals, in, and out, of office, and in Academe, and the Media, by exercising our right to Vote in November, and in 2012.

If you fill out a mail-in ballot at home, or register to vote online at home, why not do so in the Buff?

After all you probably blog in the Buff, or at least in your Pajamas, right?

I'm just sayin' is all. ;-D

Ain't Love Grand?

Awww, how sweet! Ain't love grand! ;-D

See, guys, SIZE doesn't always matter!

"Male Australian redback spiders who want to mate must provide exactly 100 minutes of courting or they are eaten by the giant female targets of their attention."

 

Of course, as the story explains, success at romance isn't guaranteed even if you meet the demands of the object of your affections. ;-D

Deadly spider requires long courtship — or else: Female Australian redback gets almost 100 minutes, or it will eat suitor.

Mad Macedonian Misses Opportunity for Man, Um, Bird, on Street Interview

On the bus, the other day, I saw a Pigeon, walking along the sidewalk with something huge & orange in its beak.

 

I wish I'd had time to get off, and use my mini-cam to see where the critter was going with the thing, and what it was.

 

Can you imagine a 5 minute video of me following a bird, describing its actions, and trying to get it to answer a few simple questions?

 

Hey  Mr. Bird, what's that you got, enquiring minds want to know?

 

Hey Mr Bird, um, you ARE a Mr., right? Where did you get what you are carrying?

 

Did you steal it, or was it given to you, and did you know the owner?

 

Where do you live, do you pay Taxes?

 

Well, folks, it seems Mr. Bird, or maybe it's Mrs. Bird, refuses to answer even the simplest media questions.

 

The Mad Macedonian Broadcasting (MMB) Network will stay on top of this story, in coming days, and report any new developements as they may occur.

 

In our next segment we report on the Squirrels at UCLA:

 

Do their GPA's approach levels required of humans for admission, or did they get special financial, and other breaks, so that they could establish a community on campus?

 

Does this show that school officials don't have the sense God gave a Dumb Duck?

 

Why you should give a Rats A......

 

Um, sorry, must be something in my milk I didn't know about, this morning, hee, hee! ;-D

You know you are Macedonian when...

I am half Macedonian, my father being born there, but when I found this list, on Facebook, I found much to laugh at, and comment on:

You know you are Macedonian when...

Your granfather always has a shot of Rakija for breakfast. (I have no clue!)

The minute church services are over you go straight for the bar and get smashed. (I'm no church goer, but Dad used to drink beer, from time to time, in the 50's, and in my early childhood in the 60's.)

You only go out of town for Macedonian Tournaments and Dances. (If I could find anything Macedonian, culturally, or business-wise, in Southern California, I could definitely be persuaded!)

You are hopelessly trying to bring the Macedonian community in Australia together. (Not me! Too far away! Besides I'm still trying to find a "Macedonian Community" in Southern California!)

Your uncle makes his own wine that's stronger than 'rakija'. (I have no clue!)

Your mother insists that 'promaja' will kill you. (What's That? My Sainted American Ma, Rest her soul, never mentioned it!)

Your mother insists you must eat something with 'Sirenje' at least three times a week. (See last Answer!)

You use 'Rakija' to cure all illnesses, celebrate all occasions and as a massage lotion. (What's that?)

Your baba will not accept the fact that you're just not hungry. (Who's that?)

Your Baba is constantly asking you when you're getting married. (My Mom used to, and my sisters quit a decade ago, I think.)

You go to your baba's house, she offers you supa, sarma, piperki or Kolbasi and gets upset if you don't eat EVERYTHING. (OK, I'm pretty sure I don't have a Baba, and I definitely don't know what those other things are!)

You base your whole life on the fortune in your coffee cup. (I quit drinking coffee 20 years ago!)

You celebrate Christmas, Easter and New Years two weeks after everyone else. (Nope! I'm only half Macedonian! As a Child, in the 60's I vaguely remember attending Orthodox Church Services, though.)

Your parents constantly say you'll end up a nobody if you don't graduate from a University. (They both wanted me to go to College & were proud I graduated.)

You go to a restaurant and bring your own drinks. (Does buying a Coke at 1 Fast Food joint, and going next door to eat at a place that only sells Pepsi, count?)

You are at a party and the guys try picking you up by asking, 'Hey baby, what's your slava?'. (I don't do parties, I'm straight, and don't have a clue waht a "Slava" is? Is it something Kinky?)

When you have four pairs of 'Vlecki' in your wardrobe. (What's that? Should be worried they might reproduce?)

All other action stops when you hear the music of 'Ogan da go gori' or 'Biser Balkanski'. (No but, since I've never heard either, I'd be willing to listen at least once.)

You are a fan of whatever soccer team Darko Pancev plays for. (Who's he? Besides, Soccer's boring! I prefer Golf!)

When your mom calls you 'stoka'. (My Mom never did. Is that a cuss word, used when the kids misbehave?)

You can always smell garlic on your parents' breath and they insist it kills all bacteria. (My parents were never into garlic.)

Your walls are crowded with icons of saints. (The only pictures of a saint adorning my wall are my favorite picture of my Mother, and one of 1yr. old me with my parents.)

You have a Goce Delcev picture on the wall. (Nope! What's that?)

There's a slab of fat in your fridge called 'SLANINA'. (Nope! Why would you want to name a slab of fat, anyway. My Bike is named Cleopatra, though!)

Your parents still prefer to buy tapes rather than CDs. (My parents prefered Records, and were dead by 1990, anyway.)

Your mom has a whole pharmacy in her medicine cabinet. (Nope, not that I remember!)

Your parents think everything is a conspiracy. (My Dad was a Macedonian Nationalist, a former member of the underground fighting Tito, at the end of WW2, so said my Mom, and he lost an Eye sabotaging a railroad!)

You get offended if someone asks you if you are Greek. (As far as I know my Dad never took it personally, his favorite restaurant was a Greek place, and he once had a Greek friend who let him listen to his Greek Recordings...until he learned Dad considered himself Macedonina, not Greek.)

You have gone to at least 3 Macedonian protests in the city. (Nope! The only protests we got going around here, these days, are on behalf of, or against, Gay Marriage, in support of, or against, the rights of illegal Mexican Immigrants, and for, or against, the policies of President Obama, and the Democrats in Congress!)

Your old man hits you more because you are still crying. (He never did. I do remember once that he went looking for me when i was late getting home from school, belt in hand, but when he was that a bully was why I was late, he turned his attention on the bully, and chasedd him down the street for 3 blocks, without catching him.)

Your parents tell you that Virginity (for girls only) is more important than your life. (If Mom told this to my sisters, it didn't take! Me? I'm still a bachelor.)

Your mom or Dad screams at you infront of the whole school on report card day. (Nope, they never did. I still have all my report cards from Elementary, and Middle School because Mom saved them, and this led me to save my High School & College ones, too!)

You deinitely know you are a Maco when the 'Kisela Voda' from the village of Dolno Dupeni is supposed to taste better than Evian mineral water. (Never tasted either)

You have at least a whole 'tengere' left over with food after the whole family has eaten. (What's that?)

If something goes wrong in the family, it definitely has something to do with 'Magia'. (What's that?)

Everyone asks you how much money you made on your wedding night. (When I get married, I'll be sure to let you know!)

You constantly get asked how much money you make at work and how big your home loan is. (Nope!)

You have at least 20 grand cash in the roof or under the pillow. (I wish!)

Your parents can eat 'luti piperki' like chocolate and not break out in a sweat. (I have no clue what that is, or if Dad ever ate it.)

The house has to be vacummed at least 10 times a week. (Twice a week.)

Your fridge always has more beer than food, just in case 'gosti' come over. (Don't know what that is, and only have beer around occasionally. (There are 5 bottles in the fridge right now and, until Friday, that means there is more beer than food.)

You always bargain at the market and try to get discounts. (I always look for discounts, but bargaining something lower is not an option unless at Yard Sales, Flea Markets, and Farmer's Markets.)

You have an uncle that sticks his thumb up at someone instead of his middle finger and calls him a 'peder eden' (I don't know. What's "Peder Eden"? is it something kinky?)

Half of your backyard is a bafcha. (I lived in a house with a yard most of my life, but have no clue what "Bafcha" is)

Your guests insist on seeing your parents bafcha. (Ok, now this sounds kinky! What's a Bafcha"?)

You know your Macedonian when your mother says shes eating "makedonija nuts" not macadamia nuts. (Being American, Mom, rest her soul, ate Macadamia nuts)

You can smell the food before you even enter the front gate. (Damn straight!!!! From even further! I'm my Fathers son, you can bet yer sweet bippy!)

You eat "graf" at least three times a week. (What's that? Where can I get it? if it's healthy, I'm game!)

Your "Kumovi" (godparents) choose your child's name. (Nope! My name was based on tradition. 1st son is named after the Father of his Father.)

Your parents insist that when shaking hands with somebody you have to look at them directly in the eye because it shows respect. (Nope!)

Your Moms coffee cups are as small as Barbie toys. (Nope! Those suckers were HUGE!)

Your mother gets paranoid about cleaning the house before she has guests over. (She was never paranoid about it, but always felt it was important to have a clean house.)

Your parents make enough jars of "Ajvar" in November to last for 3 months. (What's that? My Mom was an expert Home Canner, and our garage was always stocked with canned fruits, and veggies of all sorts.)

All of your relatives in Macedonia think that you are rich. (Yup! or they used to back in the 60's. I remember my Mom mentioning questions, and confusions, on the part of the relatives of my Father, who thought he made more money than he did, and never understood why the family never could come to Macedonia to visit. Mom always said that he was afraid his past might cause him problems if he did, though his friends never had problems going back, and besides he didn't like Tito, and Communism.)

Your parents have their friends come over at midnight on a school night, and talk so loud that you can't fall asleep till they leave. (No worries on that account.)

Your family celebrates a "Slava" at least once a year. (What's that?)

Your father drives to stores an hour away so he can buy Macedonian food. (Dad never drove, and as far as I know the closest he ever came to buying "Macedonian" food, was at a greek Restaurant, or Deli.)

Your mother can cook anything you want her to. (That she could, God bless her soul!)

Your dad bought and set up an illegal satellite dish so that you can watch Macedonian TV in your house. (Nope! He DID have Macedonian records, and listened to a Macedonian radio station on shortwave, and read a Macedonian-American Newspaper.)

You eat "Sirenje" with everything. (What's that? I'm willing to try it... if it won't kill me!)

Your Dad insists that he is not drunk no matter how much he has had to drink. (I never saw my Dad drunk.)

You know how to drive a stick-shift. (Nope! I'm a lifelong bicyclist, walker, and bus rider!)

Your parents say your 2 hour of homework is nothing compared to their 5 hours of homework when they used to go to school in Macedonia. (Dad never talked about school in the 20's & 30's, but Mom always talked about her schooling when I bitched about homework.)

When you go over to someones house, you take of your shoes otherwise its rude to walk into their house with shoes on. (In America, you try that, especially with smelly socks, and atheletes foot....)

You get straight A's at school without even trying and all of your friends think that you are a genius. ( I was B Student, and they still thought I was a genius!)

You get hurt and your parents say "Nisto nema, ke pomini". (What's that mean? Stop crying, you God damn Sissy!!)

Your Dad insists that his homemade hamburgers are better than the ones at MacDonalds or Burger King. ( My Mom made them, and they were. I miss her cooking!!!)

You are naturally good at soccer. (Nope!)

You can understand Serbian, Bulgarian, and Croatian and a little bit of Russian. (Nope! My Dad read, and spoke, Macedonian, and understood Serbian, Bulgarian, Croatian, Greek, Italian, German, all before he came to America. his 1st language, here, was Spanish, which he read, and spoke fluently. English became a neccesity, a few years later,  the very 1st moment he set eyes on his future wife, my Mom! He never taught his children any of his languages, feeling it was more important that we know English.)
 
People can't pronounce your last name. (My God, YES! You have no idea!)

People give you nicknames because they can't remember how to say your name. (Professor K in school, later Mr. K)
 
You have a Macedonian flag somewhere in your house or car. (Nope! An American Flag.)

You don't get grounded but get smacked instead. (My paents were expert spankers!)

You move into a new house and the first guests to arrive at your door are your Baba and Dedo...plus the local Macedonian priest they brought over to bless the house. (My 1st guests have always been my sisters, especially since they and their husbands helped me move in.)

You can relate to something above and are cracking up right now!!!!

(Damn Straight!! Hee, hee! )

***UPDATE: 7AM - 8/19/09***

You know you are a Macedonian when...you kindly take the time to edumicate the ignorant among your fellows with the same ethnic backround!

Ok, from a Macedonian in Toronto to a Mad Macedonian in California, let me try and shed some light on a few of the terms and phrases from above:

Rakija = Like ouzo or grappa, but better!

Sirenje = A mix of goat and feta cheese

Baba = Grandmother, Dedo = Grandfather

Supa = Soup

Piperki = Pickled peppers

Kolbasi = Sausage

Vlecki = Warm woolen underwear

Goce Delcev = Macedonian hero of the failed Illinden Uprising in 1903

Tengere = Container or tub, usually for food, usually an old yogurt container cleaned out, sometimes called "Polish tuperware"

'Luti piperki' = Hot peppers

Gosti = Guests, as in company coming over to your house

Bafcha = Garden, usually used to grow your piperki

Graf = Boiled, then spiced and baked beans, mmmmmm good

Nisto nema, ke pomini = Nothing there, it will pass

Hope this helps.

Spiro

Thank you, Thank You, Thank You!!! ;-D

***END UPDATE***

***UPDATE 2 - 9/25/09***

This post has been read by many, many people since it was written, but it took a month for reaction to manifest itself (The help of Spiro, and also a Facebook Friend, on the 19th, don't count!) in the comments.

Considering how passionate Macedonians are, about all things Macedonian, what took people so long?

Hee, hee!

I posted a response, in the comments, this morning. ;-D

***END UPDATE***

 

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road? 2

Back in December Johnathan Pearce, of Samizdata, speculated on the answers to this question if it was asked of American politicians, journalists, preachers, Literary, and TV characters, and celebrities.

This, of course, led to his readers to have at it with regards to what similar worthies, from around the world, and throughout history, would say, in the comments.

To hilarious, thought provoking, effect. 

I could not resist joining in the fun. ;-D

I had actually done more than 11, but set the list aside, and forgot all about it!

I found it this morning, and decided to do a follow-up before I forgot again (With 11 new ones added for President Obama, in honor of his first 100 Days in Office!). ;-D

1. As the Book of Common Prayer Says:

If any man can show just cause why the chicken may not lawfully cross the road, let him now speak, or else, hereafter, forever hold his peace.

2. Aesop: Any excuse will serve a chicken.

3. Ibycus: A chicken needs no reason, nor a friendship.

4. Laurens Van Der Post:

A. Chickens are on their own journey, presuppose their own change, and movement, and one tries to stop them from crossing the road at one's eternal peril.

B. Chickens are perhaps never more frightening than when they are convinced beyond doubt that they MUST cross the road.

5. Confucius Say:

A. If a chicken, in the morning, crosses the road, it may die in the evening without regret.

B. The chicken may be made to follow the path across the road, but it may not be made to understand why it did so.

6. Diogenes the Cynic: Looking for an honest man.

7. Marcus Aurelius Antonius: Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear.

8. John Heywood: Chickens must needs go whom the devil doth drive.

9. Ben Franklin: God helps them who help themselves.

10. Samuel Johnson: Curiousity is one of the permanent, and certain, characteristics of a vigorous chicken.

11. Oliver Goldsmith: The Chicken, to gain some private ends, went mad, and crossed the road.

12. Nathan Hale: I only regret that I have but 1 chicken that wanted to cross the road.

13. Beethoven: It wanted to seize fate by the throat.

14. Oliver Wendell Holmes: The Rooster has his will - but the chicken has her way!

15. Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.: Upon this question a page of history is worth a volume of logic.

16. Freud: The great question...which I have not been able to answer, despite my years of research, is "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

17. Irving Berlin: Anything you can do, the chicken thinks it can do better.

18. Dale Carnegie: It wants to win friends, and influence farmers.

19. Mae West: Goodness had nothing to do with it.

20. Andy Razof: Why should I care...It ain't misbehavin'.

21. Peter Arno: I consider your question unethical, and lousy.

22. Andy Warhol: To become world famous.

23. Phil Ochs: I'm sure my anser wouldn't interest anybody outside of a small circle of friends.

24. Jack Weinberg: We have a saying in the Free Speech Movement that we didn't trust anybody asking that question.

25. Billy Collins: Of all the questions you might want to ask about chickens the only one you ever hear is...Why did the chicken cross the road?

26. David Allen Stockman: None of us really understands what's going on with all these chickens.

27. Oliver Stone: Crossing the road is good! Crossing the road is right! Crossing the road works! Crossing the road will save the chicken!

28. James Carville: It's the economy, stupid!

29. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton: I suppose it could have stayed home and laid eggs all day.

30. President Barack Obama: He can't seem to be pinned down on where HE stands on this question when pressed by the Mainstream Media...

A. In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about the hope of a chicken.

B. With the changing economy, no one has lifetime employment.

C. When we think of the major threats to our national security, the first to come to mind are nuclear proliferation, rogue states and global terrorism. But another kind of threat lurks beyond our shores, one from nature, not humans - chickens crossing the road.

D. We`re not going to baby sit a chicken.

E. We have real chickens crossing the road. These chickens must be found. They must be pursued and they must be fried.

F. There are patriots who oppose chickens crossing the road and there are patriots who support chickens crossing the road. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

G. The Bush Administration`s failure to be consistently involved in helping answer this question has been both wrong for American Farmers, as well as badly damaging to our standing in the Agricultural Community as a whole.

H. Money is not the only answer, but it makes a difference.

I. If the chicken is crossing the right road and it's willing to keep walking, eventually it'll make progress.

J. I don't oppose all chickens crossing the road. What I am opposed to is a dumb chicken. What I am opposed to is a rash chicken.

K. Focusing your life solely on making it across ANY road shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of the chicken. Because it`s only when the chicken crosses the RIGHT road that it realizes its true potential.

Maternal Colonial Ancestor Claimed Three, Linguistic, Versions of Declaration of Independence Printed

The 4th of July is the most important Holiday in this great country of ours, as regards its history.

You see, this is a day of celebration where Americans of every race, creed and color, gather with their families and friends to stuff their faces with hot dogs, hamburgers, and anything else they can get their hands on to barbecue, and to play games, watch a video, and get plastered to the gills!

On that day TV News is full of stories of the pride of the American Educational System showing off their knowledge of the reasons we celebrate this day.

Based on what I saw this is what my fellow citizens know:

A bunch of rich, white, land owners Independently went to Philadelphia and went about declaring, to all who would listen, that they were Constipated.

Thomas Hancock, George Adams, John Jefferson, Ben Washington, and a bunch of others, including Abraham Lincoln, and Robert E. Lee, ended their parade with a confab that resulted in the writing down of all their various grievances and a resolution to do something to redress them such as form a self-governing society ( including a unanimous vote that they meet again, once sober, to write down a bunch of rules to live by. ). They then drew lots and sent some guy named Franklin Revere down to the riverbank, to wave a candle at the British Fleet, moored in the harbor, and tell them to Piss Off!

Well, I tell you, I was never so proud of my fellows than when I saw them showing just how smart they were! It was awesome!

I wish to share with you a secret, passed down thru the generations from a Colonial Ancestor of mine, one Billy-Festus Partypooper, a printer by trade:

There were THREE, linguistic, versions of the Declaration of Independence printed that week, long ago.

Ancestor of Mine Dug Up by Greek Archaeologists!

I get E-Mails:

Dear Sir,

I am Chief Archaeologist on a very important dig in Greece, and it has come to my attention that your Genealogical Research involved an ancestral line of your Fathers side of the family, and that this has led you to an individual who is the stuff of legend in our country.

Our dig, in a little known Macedonian region of our little corner of Europe, has turned up something that will interest you very much, and I have included an article in the major newspaper of Athens, translated into English for your convenience.

Sincerely yours, this March 31st, 2009.

Needless to say I was curious, indeed, and found the story fascinating:

Greeks find Largest Tomb of Rich Macedonians

Greek archaeologists said on March 5th they had stumbled upon the largest underground tomb in Macedonian antiquity in the ancient city of Peeyou in northern Greece, birthplace of Kiril the Blahgur.

The eighteen-chamber tomb stuffed full of painted sculpture dates to the late, to middle, 2nd century BC and offers researchers their 1st glimpse into the life of a certain class of nobles around, and after, the time of the death of the man legend calls "The Ancient Blahgur"( A Macedonian word for Scribe, or Writer ).

"This is the largest, sculptured, multi-chambered tomb found in the Macedonian region, and is important in that it is a bizarre architectural style -- there are far more chambers than ever found before  and a very, very, long entrance arcade," the chief archaeologist at Peeyou, May B. Kyding, told Fox News.

Kyding said that the tomb, accessible through a 32-meter long entrance, was uncovered in a farm plot bordering the ancient cemetery of the capital city of this little known Macedonian region.

Until now, the largest chambered funeral tomb found in Greece, much less its Macedonian region, contained up to 8 chambers.

Intact, inscribed tombstones, with the names of the owners still visible, and a vast stash of rich doohickies including jewelry, copper coins and earthen vases, led archaeologists to the conclusion that the tomb belonged to the noble family of Kiril the Blahgur.

"His was a very rich, and well respected, family. This find is rare as the cemetery is also full of commoners," said Kyding. "We actually learned the names of the owners from the tombstones."

Kyding said at least 15 family members had been buried in the chambers, and the tomb had stacks of scrolls, many of which most likely were the writings of  Kiril, written by him, and/or transcribed by his workers.

The painted plaster of the chambers, with red, blue and white dyes, was still evident on the walls, said Kyding, and told the story of Kiril, who was a well known ( and hated in some circles ) scribe, observer, and commentator, of his times whose writings were widely distributed in Greece, and Macedonian conquered lands.

The ancient city of Peeyou was part of the Macedonian kingdom, ruled by Phillip of Macedonia, and later by his son Alexander the Great, where Kiril was born in 370 BC and spent his childhood, before being sent off to study under the patronage of the great King.

He later returned to the city of his birth to begin his career as a scribe, but was also known to have accompanied Alexander on his conquests, sending dispatches back home for disimination to an audience eager for news from the field.

The tomb dates to the period between 300 to 200 BC, when Kiril died ( Legend has it that he died of a heart attack after his 4th wife gave birth to triplet boys, in 270 BC ) and his descendants later squandered their inheritance, Kyding said.

This period was marked by the continuing  power struggles and intrigues by those who followed Alexander and were still battling for control of his empire, and Kiril's 7 sons ( all born between 310 and 270 BC ), all Blahgurs like their Father, took different sides in the conflicts, Kyding said.

Very few examples of the writings of Kiril, and none of his sons, were, until now, known to exist, and only in 2 Greek museums, and it is expected that this find will shed much light on a great period in the history of the Ancient World.

My Father, who died in 1988, used to always claim that he was descended from Alexander the Great, but I had my doubts, and my research, in the last decade, bore out my suspicions.

This story confirms what I thought: My ancient ancestor was not Ol' Alex, but a close associate. ;-D

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This piece of FICTION was written for the "What If" (69th) edition of the Carnival of
Genealogy, on April Fool's Day. ;-D

Odd Thoughts That Wander Through My Brain While Taking a Shower 2

What does it say about our Senators, and Congresspersons, Conservative, and Liberal, when more ordinary Americans have read more of the travesty of a Stimulus Bill, that was just quickly passed, than they???

Santa Ana Kiril Does Not See His Shadow!

Santa Ana Kiril emerged from bed just after 7am, in front of 1 cat.
 
He did not see his shadow.
 
He was indoors. Duh. ;-D
 
Sun's up so chances are good for later.
 
Santa Ana Kiril is making clear that seeing his shadow is no big deal.
 
He lives in California, for crying out loud, and ALWAYS sees his shadow!
 
They get along just fine, too! ;-D